Lord Zhao Xiaogong is the spoiled one.’
Aside Xinning infanta condescended to the Queen Mother and Empress, and just now Zhao Jiagong wiped his mouth in person. Obviously, he was regarded as a pride. It seems that Zheng Guogong should return to Beijing before long.
"This is Zhao Gong who wrote Bamboo Stone."
Young masters and ladies of the original painting watched Zhao Cuo whisper to each other. The other day, that indomitable poem has spread all over the capital, and it was shocked by the poetry of Master Zhao Xiaogong.
"Maybe he is good at writing inspirational poems."
Some people questioned
"Wrong son don’t like to show off is the miss LAN asked him to come out? Otherwise, he wouldn’t have written poems in front of so many people. "
Zhao Shangxin looked at his brother nervously, only to find that his expression became cold and peaceful, and he was gentle and warm every time before her.
"Do you become clever when you are with me?"
She thought again of yesterday morning’s incident in Youjun Wangfu. At that time, Zhao Cuo gave a strong beating to the king of the county, and then questioned the king without flinching in full view. At that time, the coldness made her feel strange. Did she never realize her brother’s heart?
"When is the month … ask the wine to the sky?"
With Zhao Cuokou’s original painting, everyone consciously looked up and looked at the Mid-Autumn Festival this year.
I think these two sentences are plain, and they are waiting for the follow-up.
When "I don’t know if Tiangongque is a year tonight" sounded, someone secretly nodded in surprise.
"I want to go home by the wind, but I’m afraid I can’t dance at the height of Qionglou Yuyu to find out if the shadow looks like a person?"
Breathing air-conditioning sounds one after another.
"Master Zhao Xiaogong thinks of himself as a fairy?"
Someone is astounding.
What do you mean, go home?
This can’t be said back until you live in the sky!
"The heights are too cold?"
Empress Dowager picked a fine eyebrow and recalled this poem, which showed satisfaction in her eyes
"When you turn to Zhu Ge, you shouldn’t hate it when you sleep."
In the second half of the sharp turn, all the people were shocked, and then they thought about the change of Zheng Guogong’s house the other day, but the Zhao family failed to reunite on this mid-autumn night.
"It’s a pity that this amazing thing has made the melody of the words become bitterness and free and easy."
A man lamented, but his eyes suddenly widened before he said this.
"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine. It’s hard to do this. I hope people will be together for a long time."
"Wonderful!"
Even if someone is so excited, they will be amazed!
"Uncle Zhao’s kindness is optimistic and open-minded even if he can’t reunite with his family!"
"The last two sentences of this word are enough to sing through the ages!"
"Longitudinal can’t meet each other apart from Wan Li to enjoy the moonlight is enough! When floating a big white! "
Zhao is really a little flustered after reading this poem by mistake. He wants the audience not to blow him up yet. Does this mean pointing at the empress dowager and blaming her for separating her family?
"How dare you!"
After the cold sound itself rings.
"Miss Lan"
Zhao CuO turned and smiled at the girl who seemed to be coming towards him from the painting.
"You want to be the first. I got it back."
"The owner hasn’t said you’re sure you’re number one? This is as arrogant as writing words. "
According to the sunny haze, the corners of the mouth are raised, and if there is a radian, I reached for Zhao Cuo’s hand and was drunk with half a cup of osmanthus wine left, and gracefully handed the cup to my mouth.
"Didn’t you say I drank it and you didn’t want it?"
"Accepting no is the power of the palace alone"
Empress Dowager took a sip of wine, and touched the rim of the cup with her pink lip, then turned away.
"I don’t care about your guilt tonight. You’d better let me always like you."
Chapter sixty-five A certain time
When did Zhao Cuo push the atmosphere to its peak in the first month after the Empress Dowager left?
The client doesn’t want to hear their flattery when the devil wears the pants.
Zhao Xiaogong took his sister’s adult and ran away.
……
"Where are you, Miss Lan?"
Zhao Shangxin, a spacious carriage, suddenly asked the younger brother sitting opposite him.
"She!"